This is the same night Stan/Kazith escapes to his boss I appreciate all the useful comments that I get from you guys I didn't think people would receive the idea of two lycans with one woman as well as you have, if it seems like it is going slow and calm, don't worry you will appreciate when the action begins back to back, I am character building right now after the next one, the fun starts.
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Lytta woke up screaming in bed, she looked around her, she calmed down slightly when she realized that she was in her room at the apartment. She had returned a week ago from Michael and Sean's place.
Her dream didn't make any sense, it was filled with screams of unseen people and blood was everywhere, in her dream she remembered that she had looked down at her blood stained hands and heard a voice whispering to her, but she couldn't make out what it was saying.
She got out of bed slowly, she staggered to the wardrobe catching herself as she swayed, she held the handle in her shaky hand as she opened the wardrobe door, she hated herself for being so shaken up, she removed her robe from her wardrobe, she put it on and turned to the door that lead to the hallway, she opened it and headed for the kitchen, once there she drank two glasses of water as she sorted through the dream in her head, so far it didn't make sense, but somehow she knew it was important that she decipher it for her instinct had never failed her before.
One thing she was sure of however was that something bad was coming letters; there had been hundreds of letters that fell from the sky before the blood appeared. She put the glass down as a thought struck her suddenly, no it couldn't be. She went back to her room, as she reached her bed she knelt down and pulled a black metal box from underneath the bed, inhaling deeply she looked at the box, she exhaled as she opened the box, still sitting there were the letters her parents had given her, still white and untouched on their velvet cushion, she hadn't opened any of them yet, she was afraid of what she might find and how it would affect her life if she did.
She removed each one of them, as she turned them over she felt the smooth surface, she saw nothing on them, suddenly, words started appearing at the back of each, and they glowed white, her hand lit up just as bright as the words where her hands came in contact with the letters warming her hand, Lytta gasped dropping them as she stepped away, after a few moments she willed herself to pick them up again. At the flap to open them were instructions in a beautiful hand writing, it appeared as though they were in some sort of order, one read 'open this one last Lytta,' she looked at the other two, the slightly beige one read 'open this one second', the last read, 'open me first Lytta it will all begin to make sense' they were all signed with a strange crest sealing them closed, putting the letters underneath her pillow, she sat on the bed, she thought back to yesterday, the men that had been assigned to track Stan had been found killed and laying in their own blood, they had said some strange symbol had been found on the pavement below them, Michael and Sean had asked her to stay with them as they looked for Stan but she had denied their offer, though they had insisted on having guards to watch over her, she now had two guards that followed her where ever she went, they had actually moved into the opposite apartment just outside her door.
This could not be a coincidence, the strange words appearing on her letters after so many years of staring at them and seeing nothing, then suddenly, words appear a day after werewolves are found dead massacred by something unknown? Did this mean she was connected to whatever killed those men? Oh god, what if she was the reason they died somehow? Shaking her head at her negative line of thought before she truly began to panic, she lay her head on the pillow bringing her legs to her chest, Lytta put her hand underneath the pillow, stroking the letters underneath, in a way they soothed her troubled mind, she would try and figure this out tomorrow when she was thinking more clearly, she closed her eyes and she tried to get some sleep.
The next day
"Hold on sir, I'll be with you in a minute," Lytta said juggling a hot metal plate in one arm and a drink in the other, reaching the customers table, she put the plate down in front of the customer who was looking at her chest a bit too closely for comfort, in the mood she was in she might just punch him in his happy face, breathing in and out slowly, she put his drink down and faked a smile,
"Enjoy your meal sir," she said and walked away from him knowing he was checking out her backside now.